Andrea raised her hand. This is the hand that slapped Aunt B.Maybe you should have it gold-plated.Here, you can touch it, since you’re my best friend.
Who is that?Your replacement.You replaced me with a shaved poodle?He's got mad skills.
(n.) The brambling finch.
We don't need teenage bouda sex fiends as interns.How do you know he is a sex fiend?He is fifteen and he's a bouda. Hello?
I lied. I need your help.Who are we killing?Do you have a pen?
He whirled in the water and grinned at me. Damn, he was a handsome bastard. I realized he was half-naked. Blue swirls of tattoos painted his chest. When God made that chest, he did to tempt women.
I got a dog-training book. It says Grendel needs mental stimulation, so I tried to train him, but I think he must be retarded.
Shane lowered his glasses on his nose and gave me his version of a severe stare.I leaned a little toward Luther. Is this the part where I faint in fear?Luther bit his lip. He might also accept falling...
They had picked up Julie's scent hit wolfsbane lost her and found her trail again at the crumbling Highway 23 except it was two hours old and mixed with horse scents. She was hitchhiking. Great. Aweso...
Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.
As he passed me, he leaned to Curran and handed him a paper fan folded from some sort of flyer.Curran looked at the fan. What?An emergency precaution, Your Majesty. In case the lady faints.Curran just...
One does not simply Roland.Oh boy. I supposed I would get a lecture on the dangers of wandering into Mordor next.
He raised his hand in a peaceful gesture. You need to relax a bit, dove. Like Mouse over there. You trust me, don't you, Mouse?Nope!Ahhh, I'm hurt. Nobody likes me.
In there?'She nodded.'You want us to go into the tortoise?'Another nod.'It's alive.'Another nod.
The decorator of Las Colimas must have been a great admirer of both early Aztec and late Taco Bell architectural styles.
On the other hand it was bad manners to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if you're getting it from an overweight cracker in a fringe shirt.
What the hell is this? Desandra asked This is Cuddles. She's a mammoth donkey. Derek grinned, leaning on the fence. Do you have any self-respect left?Nope.
He leaned his head to me, his neck so close to my lips, I felt the heat coming off his skin. His breath was warm against my ear. His voice was a ragged snarl. I miss you.This wasn't happening.I worry...
You know, she said, stirring her tea, the fastest way to get him off your back is to sleep with him. And tell him you love him. Preferably while in bed.I smirked and the tea almost came out of my nose...
Who snitched?We have people monitoring police radio frequencies. They gave Jim a heads-up in case our security had to storm PAD offices and bust you out of there. I found out when I saw Jim walking do...
And you expect me to commute two hours each way from the Keep to the Order. I kept my voice mild. I suppose I won't be needing my job, my house, or my clothes anymore.I didn't say that. Although let m...
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